Wild: Obsession

Of Late, among you courts, there has been a great Evil rallied from our form.
I congratulate those who received clemency, and those who escorted
to the Court of the Dead-Touch, Far Dorcha and Ankou's waiting arms.

I congratulate and raise my glass to you.

Let now that silence stand.















Further, the rumors of the Prophecy.
I understand that many a rebellion has lain down their swords to serve this connection
and I tell you now, do not.
Too long have many of you watched my every step and move over something
something that many believe to be impossible.
They believe it impossible, every one of you do, yet I must still accomplish it.

Last night, as many of you know, I attended and saved as many of the Heaven-Calls as I could.
Already, I hear the tales; that green light danced from my hands, that I spun sunlight from the night
that I fought as I had fought against no other foe.

That is the nature of the legends paid to me, the tribute your minds offer.

They are true.

I fought, and I won. I fought, and was victorious.

Too many of my enemies have seen fit to besmirch my name, to question my rule
as though it were a season, made to flicker and diminish.

I am a Queen.


But I am more than that, my loves.
Forget not what drives, what motivates me, is also what motivates you.
We share a heart that lives to feel,
we share a set of eyes that live to see,
lips for touching on the truth
and hands for the feeling.

That is the nature of our lives.

I also tell you,
for so many of you would dim the severity of my current life
that my pursuits are not obsession.

Obsession.
Dear, misguided fools, do you even know what the word means?
Would you like to hear about obsession?
I'll tell you.

Obsession is the moment when your life bursts into flame
and there's a windstorm outside.
Obsession is the moment in the desert when it rains
and you fill your canteen full of acid.
Obsession is the entr'acte
before the big finale.

Obsession. Obsession. Obsession.

But not love.

Love is a steadfast, a goal, an honor.
Love is not automatically granted, nor is it an "achievement" when it is.
Love is a valiant gift from God, one we should treat with the highest respect
and hear you now, each and every one,
I will ghost any who sees fit to soil that name with jealousy or harm or unkindness.

Love is something that does not leave us,
especially when we desire it to leave,
especially when it is difficult.

In fact, Love tends to appear in our midst the exact minute we realize we don't have time for it,
or that we fear it immensely,
especially if it means revealing more of ourselves than we have,
or giving ourselves, like I fear so.

I fear giving myself to any person,
because so oft is it refused.

I may be worshiped, followed, offered loyalty,
but can you lay a claim to knowing me? 

She can.

She does know me, better than any person, any White Knight has before
and she is love.

Call her an obsession again, my ducks, and I set fire to the rain
I set fire to the rivers
I set fire to the shore.
I set the wolves unto the villagers
I send the sharp-fanged Pyre to their plates.

Either way, no matter your thoughts, her thoughts, your opinions, hers,
it is not your concern.
She is not bound to obligation or duty as I have been raised to be,
so see you fit to recall that truth, my people.

She is free,
free as breathing, free as time, free as immortals from death
to roam, to see, to touch, to feel, to demand, to taste.
Let no desire be un-granted if it can be thus;
and let no harm be placed upon her if it could be not.

But do not dare you call it again obsession, as the one who spoke it reads:
or I will find you
and this time I will not turn away at the convenient moment
so you can escape.



Love
is free as I can make her.


Love
is more than life to me.

Love
should be the same for you.




Aqe Vale

Wild: Human-touched

I'm seeing Kate tomorrow.

She and Katie and I are doing something for like three-ish hours around three
easy enough to remember.

Tomorrow I'm getting up early and buying food and litter for my cat.
I'm doing some cleaning.
I'm changing, putting a little more silver in my hair.

I'm so nervous.
It's hard for me to be around humans right now,
because I'm imbalanced in both worlds.

I feel like my stomach is rolled up into a ball
or maybe it's a balloon that's near a mischievous first-year holding a push pin
or a chunk of ice that's chilling in a snowball
something poetic like that.

Really, though.
Nervous.

I'm glad I'll have you with me, Katie.

I need a filter sometimes.
I need someone to remind me I'm being a fucking idiot
to cool my jets and stomp angstily back to the Tardis
await a new day.

I'm glad I have a chance at fixing what I did to you, too, Kate.
I'm just glad you found it in yourself to forgive me.
I warn you, it's a big undertaking, the undertaking of me.
A lot of people have tried it and failed.

I hope, I really, really hope, that I don't fuck up again,
and that you don't forget that I'm human too.







It's hypocritical of me to say that, though.


I sure forget I'm human, sometimes.....





HUMAN HUMAN HUMAN.
I'M PAYTON. NINETEEN YEARS OLD.
SILVERY-BLOND HAIR PARTY.
LITTLE OBESE, NO BIG (HAR HAR)
NOT TOO TALL
OLD CLOTHING
 DIABETIC AND ROMANTIC
NOT OVERTLY ATTRACTIVE
HUMAN HUMAN HUMAN.

I know, I know. I get that rant all the time.

But it's so easy to forget that when I'm balancing it with--
Eliac.
Nobility, grace, ease,
she of the moon, the seas, the rivers, the rain, the frost.
Power in her fingertips
the crash of raindrops on her voice
and the love of eternity in her heart.
Respected, abide-d by, adored
considered beautiful to the point it's inhuman....

Where people know me for my suffering
my heroics, my honestly, truly saint-like behavior
where people see half of my heart for what it is.

Anyway, Kate. If you still read this (?)
it's more than a lot of "humans" can say, that.
Seeing half my heart for what it is.

I'm sorry. I'm going to be overwhelming and secretive and cautious and scared,
because I'm not used to dealing with regular people like you.
Oh, God. That sounded assholish. I mean, ah, non-Roses. Really, that's all I meant.
*Nervous face*


Soooo
this is my first human blog post in awhile.

That means I have.....













Hope.  

Wild: Star-touched

Leona's powers have spoken to us all. Her eyes have swirled with Celestial blue and her body has felt the essence of eternity, her fingertips touched with the edges of stars. They came from the heavens as she seized them, dancing around her, speaking their language, like bells upon a hallowed hill.

The Star-touched has >Seen<, and it concerns us all.

I carry the touch of her soul on my lips this night. I carry the name courier in addition to Lady, Water and Bolcrya.

>Leona Bones will walk and dance and move
 unharmed by touch, by heart.
Leona Bones will carry my powers
on her soft-edged neck
but only those she welcomes willingly.

Leona Bones, with blue on her eyes
with a scarf on her neck
will dance and move and be at peace
drinking untainted water,
eating untainted food

a silent whisper;
"Hospitality,"
comes from her lips at the door
of the club.

A cat-desguised-as-man shall stand at her side
move with her, protect her
not that she needs protection from the no-one who'll attack.

She is safe.

She has seen that she, Leona Bones
is safe
from any and all enemies

for at least two moons.

Leona Bones has seen.<

I give this >Seeing< truth, as Right of Law so say I now.

Give to me your heart tonight, my dull and savage noblemen;
Star-touched is safe from your advances by the Power of the >Sight.<

Safe.


Untouched.

Unharmed.



The humblest voice to the Star-touched
White Lioness
Eliac

Wild: my heart is on the page

My heart is on this page.